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“Umm, okay.”
I don’t know who I am anymore, but my thighs clench around him and all I want is more. Lucas lifts his hips, pressing something hard against me.
Mygod, I know what that is.
“You want to do the honors?” he asks.
“Umm…” my swollen lips and the ache between my legs scream yes.
“Hang on a second,” he says. Lucas reaches into his back pocket, producing a wallet, and pulls a wrapper out. Unzipping his pants and moving his boxers just past his hips, he springs free.
Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes roam my body as he makes his way back up to my eyes. He guides me up while he slips it on and watches my lips. How he does that without looking at what he is doing is beyond me, but I don’t even give it another thought.
He lifts my hips once more and drags me down onto him. Lucas holds my head firm in one hand and is guiding my hips with the other. The euphoria is gone, and is replaced with a stinging burn, like he’s ripping me apart. I bite down on my lip and closely hold on to him, riding out the waves of pain until they settle into something less agonizing. His fingers dig into my hip and my neck burns from his heated breaths.
Lucas doesn’t let go of me for a second, holding me like he knows what I need. He picks up his pace, sliding up into me, and out, pushing harder with each thrust.
Everything happens so fast. In these few moments, he takes everything until he’s finished.
Lucas holds me against his chest while he catches his breath and removes the condom before rearranging himself back into his pants. Meanwhile, I’m sore and not sure where to go from here. He pulls out his phone and doesn’t even look at me. Instead, he curses under his breath and something changes, like a switch flipping.
“I’ve gotta go. Thanks.”
In the blink of an eye, I’m standing outside of his car, trying to fix my dress on shaky legs. It’s not until his taillights disappear I realize that he never even asked for my name.
Chapter5
Allie
Six Weeks Later
“Allie, I don’t understand. Is it the flu or something?” Charity came over after school again to bring me all of my homework and copies of her notes. I’m so thankful we purposely have every class together.
Never have I been so nauseous in my entire life. I can’t even keep water down. All four years of high school, I had perfect attendance and with two months left, I’m unable to get out of bed. Not that perfect attendance gets any scholarships, anyway. Just a bland name called at graduation. I would know, I’ve looked into it for the schools I applied to.
“I don’t know. I can’t keep anything down, Charity. It sucks and I’m miserable.”
Charity looks down at me with concern. “I’ve just never known you to be sick before. I don’t see why suddenly you’re basically bedridden in the middle of spring before we have to finish up all of our senior projects and everything.”
Charity brought me a container of soup she made. She has some secret recipe that always makes her colds go away super fast and she feels better almost immediately. This definitely isn’t a cold, but she seems to think it should help. She hands me a bowl with a spoon and I slowly sip it.
“I don’t know, Charity. I’ve never felt so disgusting in my life.”
Charity’s brother, Ted, walks into my room suddenly holding a plate with toast.
“Ted!” I gasp, mentally chastising my friend for bringing her brother here, knowing I’m a disgusting mess. “What—what are you doing here?”
He’s just as handsome as can be with that blond hair and everything that comes along with that perfect swimmer’s build. I know he’s in town for the week, but I don’t know why he’s here. In my room. When I’m sick.
“Well, I had to drive Charity here. How else would she bring all your stuff? Besides, I made you toast to go with the soup. I usually like sourdough whenever Charity makes it for me.” He sets the plate next to me while I try to smooth out my greasy, disgusting hair.
“Well, thanks, I guess.”
“You feeling any better, kid?”
I used to love his nickname for me, but ever since Lucas Kennedy basically conned me into giving up my innocence, the nickname has been rather unfit for me. It took two weeks to get over myself and my idiotic decision. I blame the cup of acid Charity gave me and that stupid pretty face.
“No, I think I’ll ask my dad to take me to the doctor tomorrow.”
